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“I said spread them nice and wide, so I can see that pretty little pussy.”
My breath catches, my legs tremble, and I arch my hips.
He runs a finger down my clothed slit, making me shiver with need. The muscles of my core clench, needing more. “Dirty girl. You’re so wet.”
“Please.” The word comes out as an elongated moan, and I shift my hips from side to side.
Roman delivers a slap that resounds against my clit. “Who told you to move?”
“S-Sorry,” I wail. “Just please fuck me.”
He brings his lips down to my panties and flicks his tongue over my covered clit. My breath catches, and pleasure radiates through my core. I buck my hips, my entire body shaking with anticipation.
“You like that, baby?” he asks. “You like it when I bend you over the table and make you expose that wet patch spreading out from your sweet cunt.”
“Please,” I rasp. “Take off my panties.”
The laugh he makes is so predatory that the fine hairs on my neck stand on end. Roman’s breath is hot, heavy, and hungry, reminding me of a slathering beast. If he wants to eat me on this restaurant table, I can’t think of a better way to die.
He pulls at the waistband of my panties and breaks it with a snap.
“Roman!” I hiss.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll buy you five more.”
My breathing shallows, and cool air swirls over my heated folds. Every time I’ve heard something along those lines, it’s usually some bullshit a man says to get me undressed and to make himself sound like a baller.
Roman is the only man I know who stands behind his words. I’ve never needed to ask him for anything. He has this superhuman ability to anticipate what I need.
“You’re dripping.” Roman runs a finger up my inner thigh and scoops up the moisture, making me shift my hips and moan for more.
He leans close to my spread pussy and pulls its lips open with his thumbs. “I waited five years to get close enough to such a beautiful cunt. Now, I’m going to make it mine.”
“What about that time in the limo?” I ask.
“It was too dark,” he says, his heated breath fanning my folds. “Now I get to see you spread out across the table like my favorite dessert.”
Need skitters up my spine and my breath catches when I feel the brush of his lips against my outer folds. Roman runs the tip of his tongue up my slit and gathers up my arousal.
When he reaches my clit, pleasure lights up every nerve ending and ignites a fire in my core. My pussy clenches around nothing.
“Oh, god,” I moan.
“That good?” he asks with a deep chuckle.
“Fuck, yes.”
He rewards me with a firm flick. After another, my legs buckle, and I cling to the wooden table for support.
“Roman,” I groan, my voice strained.
He teases me with a few circular movements that make my toes curl and my eyes roll to the back of my head. Just when I think he’s building up a rhythm, he surprises me by tracing his tongue down to my entrance, infusing my entire being with shivers of anticipation.
“Delicious,” he murmurs against my folds. “Wet pussy always goes better with wine.”
He reaches for the bottle, and I raise my head. “What are you?—”
Cool liquid trickles over my asshole and slides down my slit. My hips jerk.
